but pain makes you someone

But pain makes you someone.

Someday, you will outgrow your own fairylands

Will haunt smiles and old photographs, a little less often.

Water dripping off the sink from past 3 months

And juvie at stakeout for your crimes

Who has kept the count of our scars?

Because I know you haven’t

Who will be our judges in time?

But I recently realised there’s no right or wrong

Who will tell them our story?

Without painting us the bad guys

They said forgetting means forgiving

so, you have forgotten the bits

The becoming of you, you cannot remember

Who would’ve you become if this pain was that worthless?